S'UP GUYS. A Cleon fic! I know, WTF!! I'm finally writing a Resi fic. Woo!

I'm so loyal to this pairing. I WILL NEVER STOP HOPING D:

I came up with this...when I was just about to fall asleep so I rushed to my computer and scribbled it down. Who knows how it'll turn it.

AND IT'S A STORY. NOT A ONE-SHOT. YAAAAAAAY!! New chapters (there's 3) will be added when I get reviews. Oh yeaaaaah.

I own Capcom and Resident Evil. No, wait, I DON'T. Sorry, get them mixed up SO EASILY. ;D

A month.

It wasn't like I was counting. It wasn't like I was counting every minute since the break-up. God, no.

I had just noticed it was now half past midnight, and the 1st of November.. Which meant that it was now a month since the break-up…

No, I swear! I'm not counting the minutes. It was just a glance to the clock and it clicked in my head..

That night..1st of October. We'd been fighting for quite a while. We were like any couple, together for a year, we made each other happy, and sometimes we pissed each other off. And, boy, did Kennedy know how to piss me off.

Although the 1st October was different. It wasn't a tiny disagreement or argument over the dog or playful fighting. No, this was serious and I was mad as hell.

It was about my brother, like it nearly always was. It went like this: Chris had gone to Africa on some mission and, being an idiot like he always is, had expected me not to notice. He told Leon not to tell me or to make up that him and Jill had gone somewhere, presumably a romantic holiday which I really wouldn't wanna know about. Anyway, I found out from Kennedy when he accidentally told me over a romantic dinner at an expensive restaurant. That dinner didn't end well. When we got home, I exploded at him.

If there was one thing I hated more than Umbrella, it was things being kept from me. That's how it was when my parents died when I was six. That evening had been a quiet one with my brother and our babysitter. Our parents were away to some fancy restaurant to celebrate their anniversary. Then we got a phone call. Then there I was in the hospital with big brother looking equally worried as me, and the doctors and nurses wouldn't tell me anything about where my parents were. They tried to distract me or tell me some crap I knew wasn't true and I couldn't get rid of this horrible tight feeling in my stomach and then a tall man came over and basically told me it was game over for both my parents. I eventually found out that they had been in a car crash. My mom died instantly, but my dad had been fighting for his life all the time I was in that hospital before he lost his battle and the stupid tall doctor came out and told me I had no parents.

I hate things being kept from me.

Anyway, back to Leon and me. We fought for hours and hours. He couldn't understand why I was so mad, and I didn't feel like telling. So, basically, at around half past midnight, he slammed the door and I was left in the house feeling a bit stupid. I think that's when we broke up.

He came back to my house the next day to pretty much make the break-up official. I was in no mood to talk, simply handing him his boxers and mumbling. I didn't even know why I was so pissed off. But, looking back (not that I am looking back on the past…I'm serious. I'm not..) I can't believe how stupid I was to let something like that be the reason for the break-up from the best man I had had in my life.

The man who made me laugh.

The man who had seen me at my best, and worst.

The man I'd lived through the nightmare of Raccoon City with.

The man….I was still in love with.